𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝐕.

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THE silence in the car was very.

Awkward—

I touch my lips remembering what he did to them, how he made them feel against my lips. I look out the window again trying to forget the moment that happened.

I can't believe he's acting like we didn't just do that. I scoff to myself, I saw his eyes peek at me.

"I have something to show you Elena." He says with one of his tattooed hands on his chin then the other was placed on the wheel.

"Which would be.." I hum, turning my head to look at him pull up to his house. "Just something." He mumbles getting out of the car—

Nikolai was about to open the door for me but I did so myself. He stood there as I stood up as well, in front of him. Why am I just realizing how tall he is?

Jesus—

I saw a few of his buttons not in, exposing the muscles of his body. "What is it that you are trying to show me Nik." I walk into the house, leaving it open for him to come inside as well.

"Follow me," he says, lowly. Wherever we were going, it was still on the first floor but down a marble hallway with a big grey door. Nikolai took out his keys to unlock the door.

It opens. The room was lit but red and orange lights, he walked inside and I hesitantly went inside.

"If you were to be sexually involved with me," he trails off rolling his tongue. "This is my red room." He pauses.

I look around, seeing a big bed with long poles on each side of the bed. Which had hooks to latch something on— "I"- I gaze the room in shock.

There are dildos, whips, handcuffs, rope, and blindfolds. He had rows filled with every pleasurable desire you could think of— I go up to the bed with hooks on it.

I touch the beams of the bed. "You would use these on a woman?" I turn my head to him. "Well, if they like it." He assures me, safely. "How many women have you done this too?" I ask another question "two." He responds dryly. "We're you in love with them?" I say.

"No," "I thought I could." He scoffed drinking down a glass cup of bourbon. "I just can't bring myself to be serious with someone." He ends. I walk up to him, then touching his neck to lift his face and to look at me.

His breath was mint, added with the smell of bourbon. I press my lips onto his softly— he reacts quickly putting his hand on the back of my head.

Our lips stayed in sync as we kissed. His hand still on my head the other was on my waist. Nikolai started to walk and I went backwards so I hit against the wall. He moved my hands above my head, again. I moan quietly; "Nik"- I gasp as he started to lower his head down kissing every hole in my dress. I bit my lip looking down at him kiss my body.